Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shut Up, Fuck Off, artist - Fekky. Date of issue: 26.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shut Up, Fuck Off |
| Shut up, fuck off |
| I’ve got that big ting that will blow your nuts off |
| My whole team’s hard, we don’t do soft |
| Shut up, fuck off |
| Yeah, look at me, now look at you |
| I was born to win, you was born to lose |
| I’ve been on my money from the get-down |
| Since I had that strap, telling niggas «get down» |
| No mercy on these broke cunts |
| Since 18, I’ve only been broke once |
| We count money and smoke blunts |
| And fuck girls, I make em take the fruit punch |
| Yep, go hard, go hard |
| 50 pound in my pocket, 20 bags on my bank card |
| You say you’re trapping, where’s your profit? |
| Your girl told you you’re hard? |
| Dump her, she ain’t honest |
| Yeah, eight years on this hard grind |
| Yeah, so fuck you and your hard times |
| With your dead food, on your dead nan |
| Shut the fuck up, cuh I ain’t got no time |
| Shut up, after you do that please fuck off |
| You might hear me on radio, I’m on Rinse but I’m not washed |
| You’re the opposite of greazy, you man there are sterilised |
| I’m a badman at life, I went bed and woke up verified |
| Half of you lot don’t sleep, tryna put work in, but it’s weak |
| While I’m there in bed dribbling, wake up and I’ve got more P |
| Half you man are on drugs, up in the club like I can’t see |
| But I’m like Winston from Eastenders, everyone’s got lines except me |
| Fucking hell, I speak the truth, them man are misleading the youth |
| It’s like Power Rangers, it’s morphing time whenever they jump in the booth |
| Fam, don’t make me switch, Jme up in this bitch |
| I’ve been telling man shut ya mout from 2006, trust me |
| Cause your voice is husky, you little idiots think you can cuss me |
| But when the cameras have gone, you man are depressed, smoking a gret like |
| Krusty |
| So you better think twice before you open your mouth |
| You do not want man dem to come to your house, shut up |
| Haters better fall back |
| Before me and Fillon roll round with our new strap |
| The truth’s back, let the hood talk, it’s a newsflash |
| 25 shots from the MAC will leave your crew splashed |
| Leave you on London tonight |
| Us niggas bang guns, we ain’t got time to fight |
| If we ain’t got a strap, then believe we got a knife |
| Cause shoot-ups and stab-ups just a part of the life |
| Uh, so shut up and fuck off |
| Don’t you niggas know we the quickest to buck off? |
| One shot from the 45 will rip your top off |
| And leave you with holes in your chest, so fuck off |
| Uh, we the south east villains |
| Pecknam to New Cross is where the gat’s ringing |
| Trapping, robbing, shottings and killings |
| Uh, and we’re fucking sexy women |